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When they know you’re a Vampire…

Last summer I have every intention of having the most awesome year about blogging about high school. It would be year of tales of the first year of high school and the final year of high school.

First of all it flew by so fast that I hardly saw it.

Second… I have never heard so much complaining and bitching and moaning about school in all my life, and that was just me. You should have heard the kids.

What happened to my happy go luck hopeful kids? I know the answers. Luckily I know all of this because they talk nonstop about it. Every night it is like a stand-up comedy contest to see who can tell the most amusing tale of school complete with spot on imitations of teachers and fellow students.

Aside from ants in the bathroom and the new episodes of Catfish and Ink Master the talk today is about the opposite sex.

The Senior class has a fairly large number of Vampires. There are eight of them. Let’s step back a bit. The school my kids go to has about 2,500 students. Divide that by four classes and subtract eight seniors who are Vampires and you’ll see that is not a lot of kids… unless you’re a Vampire kid.

So far this year the tally comes to five Freshmen, seven Sophomores, four Juniors and eight Seniors.

Of the Seniors there are four girls and my son Garrett has kind-of-sort-of dated all of them. He grew up with three of them. And I have to admit that Vampire girls are a little different from other girls, especially as they mature. They get what I can only describe as “an edge” to them. They’re still fun teens but they start to get distant and well, a little predatory. Happy go lucky Vampire boys tend to get left behind.

Then again that could describe most teenage girls, Vampires or not.

My daughter Clara is also dealing with the opposite sex but in a different way.

Overheard at school in a Freshman classroom (names changed to protect the stupid):

Kyle: I would totally do Ms James.

Brenden: Oh man, that’s disgusting.

Kyle: I was kidding. But she is hot for an older woman.

Brenden: She could be Gandalf’s sister.

I understand these boys have been frequently smacked by girls at the school. Go figure.

The father of my children just smiles and says “Three little words.”

Fourteen year old Clara smiles back and says “Boys are stupid.”

Honest to God I’m not making this up.

Oh yes, the title… When they know you’re a Vampire.

Garrett is taking a girl to Senior Prom who is not a Vampire. She is a regular normal girl. Or so we thought until her brother Austin told Clara that their Great Great Grandfather is visiting this weekend and he can do that because he is a Vampire. In fact I met the guy a long long time ago when we were both quite young, before the 20th Century started. Yes, it is a small world.

The nice thing about kids and most people for that matter who know you’re a Vampire is that they don’t tell anyone. Why? Think about it. If you, a non-vampire told someone you were dating or going to school with a Vampire, well, they’d think you were nuts. And of course we’d all deny the fact that we’re Vampires.

I have a lot more on the subject but it has been a long and stressful week. I’ll have more on the subject later including a story from my brother Val and well, a lot more. We all have friends who KNOW and people who aren’t friends who KNOW. I’m so tired right now and all those dusty file cabinet drawers in my brain are sticking shut or off their rollers today.

Today is Friday. This afternoon I met with a friend for lunch. Yes, that kind of lunch. He was lovely. I’m in the rink right now while the kids practice skating. Tonight my children, husband and me will all hang out together, maybe on the couch for a movie or something. My brother Val might drop by. The cats and dogs will curl up with us. One big happy family. And maybe tomorrow I’ll write (I have another post almost finished but it can wait. It involves cocktails)